Page 31 of Snapdragon

“Why are we fighting this?” I ask him, simply.

He looks conflicted at my words, his hands trembling as he lifts them to cup my face. I close my eyes briefly at the contact, a sigh escaping me.

“I don’t know…” his voice is a soft whisper. I open my eyes to see his are much closer than before. The glowing orbs searching mine.

His lips brush mine gently, and my eyes flutter closed. It feels like coming home after being away for an eternity.

“Sebastian,” I sigh into his mouth.

His hands pull away from my face and I almost whine at the lack of contact. Until they grip my waist, easily lifting me up off the floor. I wrap my legs around him and my skirt rides up. Sebastian grips my bare ass as he pulls me to him.

This time when we kiss it’s on another level entirely. His kisses are voracious, and I let him take charge. He pushes me against the wall, the foam of the acoustic panels pressing against me.

I cup his face in one hand, as my other grips his hair tightly. God, I have been dying to touch Sebastian’s hair like this for so long now. His teasing tongue gently parts my lips and I melt against him as he thrusts it into my mouth.

He grinds his hips against mine, and I can feel the hard length of him pressed against me. I gasp at the friction, and he pulls back slightly to check that I am OK. I lean forward and kiss him again, grinding against him more. It feels phenomenal, the hard pressure on my clit and the butterflies in my stomach from our kisses is almost too much.

Sebastian pulls away a little, pressing his forehead to mine and giving me a chance to take a breath. My chest is heaving and I feel a little lightheaded. I giggle softly, and he joins me. He shifts me slightly, so that only one of his hands is holding me up. His newly freed hand tucks some of my hair behind my ear and then he caresses my cheek.

I stroke my hands through his hair and we just smile at one another. I feel dazed, in a dream like state. I’m almost worried that I’m going to wake up and see that it’s all been a dream. But the solid weight of him pressed against me assures me that this is no dream.

“We’re both idiots,” I tell him, smoothing a hand down his chest. “I am so sorry for not doing this sooner.”

Sebastian smiles, kissing me again, like he can’t quite believe it’s real.

“Are you hungry?” He asks me. “I’m not ready to say goodbye to you tonight yet. And I’m sure you’re going to need to eat dinner soon.”

“I could eat.” I stroke his hair, my hand wandering to trace the scales on his neck. I love being able to touch him freely like this.

I realize that we can’t exactly go to a restaurant together. Hmm… I’ll take him back to my place. Maybe I’ll even be able to convince him to stay the night.

Chapter 18

We decide that driving our own cars to my place makes the most sense.

Sebastian walks me to my car, opening my door for me and buckling me in to my seat. He kisses me slowly, and I savor every second. I feel like I’ve done some pretty good drugs, my heart light and my head spaced out. Driving probably shouldn’t be on the cards right now.

He eventually pulls away, gesturing to his truck and saying he will follow close behind me.

I try not to speed on the drive home, but the dial does go over the limit quite a few times. Sebastian’s truck is close behind me the whole way. I’m embarrassed to admit how much I have to stop myself staring at him the rear view mirror, trying to keep my focus on the road.

I can’t believe that we actually kissed. Are we actually trying this? I won’t bother him about the details tonight, but I do want to clarify what’s going on here soon, set some parameters. I hope that he’s into the same things as me in the bedroom. Heck, I’m getting way ahead of myself. We’ve just kissed, a very hot kiss, all the same. But that doesn’t mean he’s going to hop into bed with me right away. God, I wish I had asked Tabitha or someone what the deal with Monsters is. Are they more or less free, sexually? Do they like to wait and date for a bit, first?

It’s both the longest and quickest drive I’ve done from the new studio so far. The anticipation is too much, and there’s a wetness pooling in my panties. It’s just dinner, I remind myself. I need to calm down a little. Pulling into my space, I stay in my seat for a minute and take a few deep breaths.

My rear view mirror shows Sebastian leaving his truck and walking towards me. Fuck, he is hot, his biceps look ready to burst out of his Henley shirt. He looks so good in that with his jeans, almost as good as he looks in his sweatpants.

I get out of the car when he approaches my door. He slams it shut behind me and pushes me against it, bending to kiss my neck. Oh, fuck. He moves one of his legs between mine and I unabashedly grind against it. His hand slips into my hair, gripping it tight and pulling me against his leg harder. My body is pressed flush against his, the hot pressure of him against me sending me. I let out a little moan and he groans, moving to kiss my lips.

The kiss can only be described as a claiming. I’m helpless to do anything but kiss him back and grind against his leg. I whimper when he pulls away, wanting to drag him back down to me.

“Shh…” he strokes my hair, stepping away slightly. “I can hear someone coming.”

A moment later, one of my neighbors walks to their car. He moves faster when he spots us, fear driving him into his vehicle as quick as he can. He revs his engine and speeds out quickly.

“I think you might have given him a bit of a fright,” I giggle, patting Sebastian on the chest.

“God, Flora.” He groans my name, pulling me close against him. “That drive was torture. I wanted to be near you again.”